This is a song about "My everything"

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

With my music i will fight make everything alright

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

Everything my people did, i wish that i could take it back,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Put expressions in their music and create the face

You doin everything to me to make my heart beat or race.

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

100 percent on everything and on my team

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green